Mithras Sages and Bloodlines, a global directory
- ITALY-Phantasmagoria-Haidnur Hird
Kids these days…how many times have I head that one? Being 55 years old and a retired Falkland Islands veteran, I saw how terribly naïve my grandson’s generation was, especially when he voted to put that damn Countess Toni in office for the European Union Parliament. She was a pharmacist by trade, but after the Red Plague, which killed most of the elderly people in Europe, and her cure-all drug she invented for it brainwashed the naïve young minds of Europe, not having any experience with anything other than “the purest, European Union democracy.” Where was that democracy when Toni, declaring a “new era of progress,” unified the European Union and the Mediterranean Union into the European Federation? Where was that “youthful spirit of resistance” when Countess Toni suspended the European Constitution, forcing the youth of Europe into submission. She tore down monuments that took centuries to build, replaced and destroyed Christianity and any other religion with Mithraism, a freakish religion that involves sorcery and human sacrifice, combined with technological supremacy and extreme sexual perversion. She declared war on our allied in the United States and decimated the United States into submission with her solar wizardry and her colossal, 180-ton Hercules Beetle tanks, robots, computers, and entire, unmanned armies, along with her futuristic, newfangled super-infantry, clad in exoskeleton armor? Rebellions, protests, demonstrations, all crushed flat under the heel of an iron boot. That’s what happens when your youngest generations are misled by media run amok…all it takes is one person to convince the masses that their solution is the only right way…now look at Mother Europa, transformed into the “Reich of the Black Sun.” The fortress at Wewelsburg has been expanded into a 5-kilometer wide complex as the “Center of the New World,” and all those young people that voted Miss Toni into the position of Supreme Chancellor and Goddess of Mithras are probably dead, used in her mass-harvesting of human blood for her bizarre ritual religion, her ritual gown seems to defy Euclidean geometry. There are more than 25 Ritual Camps, 38 death camps, and hundreds of labor centers all over Europe, with the capital based in Rome. The United States is now a massive Reich colony, as is Japan, Canada, Australia and New Zealand…she stole everything from us…and she thinks the war is over. She’s dead wrong…GOD WILLING!
Countess Toni de Medici-Fecchiera, Mistress of Tuscany and Supreme Praetor of the Justice Magistrate:
Calendar Age: born in 1387, she underwent Mithras Initiation at age 22, her real age is closer to 800, but still appears to be 22
She is 7 feet, 5 inches tall, but looks a good bit taller than she actually is because of her outfit. Her face is chalk-white because of 4 layers of makeup, as well as thick black eyeshadow that forms the Eye of Ra symbol around her eyes, one is green, the other is blue; she has her pupils dilated specifically to look like mako shark eyes, like blue and green iridescent lumps of coal. The blank, empty expression on her face never changes, no matter what her mood is. Her hair is brown, but styled like a Qing Dynasty empress, with diamond, platinum and gold-encrusted hairpieces that kept her hair in 6 pigtails, three on each side of her head, each covered in diamond, platinum and gold-encrusted armor that also kept the braid from becoming frizzy; the adornments made her hair look like insect legs, especially when she walked, causing the 6 pigtails to move like insect legs. She also had a crown made out of solid crystal, in shape of a three-headed crane with six wings on her head, adding 2 feet to her height, and behind that, a huge, peacock-fan headdress that changed color based on her mood, it was the only way to tell her emotions, as she had become so powerful with the ancient magic of Mithras that she was able to disable her physical reactions to emotion. The peacock feather eyes changed expression and color in place of her real ones; she had a huge feather ruff around her neck made of Count Raggi’s Bird of Paradise plumes as a scarf, with pennants and silky cloth scarves that resembled the Standard Winged and Twelve-Wired Birds of Paradise plumage at the same time, and a train-like veil and cape made of Chinese silk dyed with human blood. Her dress was woven from spider silk infused with silkworm silk, and woven on a microscopic level so that every hem of the dress was in the shape of an organism, every known organism on Earth. Covering the dress were hundreds of iridescent precious stones, each one reflecting light in such a way that viewed from a certain angle, it made her look almost invisible, just a shimmering outline of her figure was barely seen. The dress itself was red and black, with huge, yellow eyespots in the black parts of the dress and black eyespots in the red parts of the dress that seemed to blink when sunlight hit it at certain angles or shine with an ethereal, calming glow when the moonlight hit it at night. The whole dress glowed an eerie, Halloween haunted house-like purple in ultraviolet light, and had large roaring dragon designs embroidered on it, each with a microscopic picture of an organism consisting of each individual hem. The dress was enormous and supported by the bones of her Mithras ritual sacrifice victims, much like whalebones were used to make a corset. The part of the dress that covered her torso and chest was the most heavily decorated, with huge dragonfly wings made of woven yarn and glittered with sea salt dust and sand coming out of her back, these were folded under her cape and veil and could be spread at will, even though Toni can’t fly. Her necklace was more like an Egyptian queen’s brooch, made of solid gold with a huge sapphire in the center, just visible under the bird-of-paradise feather scarves. Her gloves, lacy white dress gloves that were veiled by delicate, red silken sleeves from her dress, each had a 56-karat gemstone covering each one of her fingernails; sharpened into a dagger-like claw, these gemstone gauntlet gloves were used to carve enemies like a tiger slashing its prey, and the rest of the glove surface were covered in razor-sharp, solid diamond blades that could slice through almost any surface. She also wore a tiara of autumn leaves on her head, on the crown of the three-headed crane helmet, whose three heads are arranged in such a way that they defy the Euclidean geometric form, therefore making her dress impossible to create without immense, physics-bending telekinetic attacks. Her shoes were huge black-velvet Gothic Lolita platform shoes, with razor-sharp dagger-high heels, but these were not visible under her huge dress.
The Italian Peninsula was considered to be cradle of Western civilization, and therefore, has a very large population of Mithras practitioners, often called “vampires” by the uninitiated, they are far more sophisticated and cultured than most typical people, and are far from mindless monsters. To call a Mithras Sage a “vampire” is taken as the same thing as calling a black man a “nigger.” One of the most attractive and colorful members of the global Mithras Order, a secret cult of sorcerers that worship the ancient sun-god Mithras, and gain their magic and immortality through consuming, bathing in and channeling energies found in human blood to harness the power of the universe itself, is an Italian socialite named Toni Medici-Fecchiera. To the untrained eye, she looks like a typical, modern, high-class beauty on the old streets of Tuscany; she has long, silky black hair, stunning green eyes, pale blue eyes and a long, skin-tight black dress with a diamond necklace and two curious-looking earrings that resemble solar helixes, she often has elegantly-styled black eye makeup and a gentle, soft, warm, sweet gaze, and beautiful, crimson-red lipstick. Her voice is sweet and relaxing to hear, however, she is best known for her unusually large breasts, which she claims are real, but most people doubt it. She has a 6’3” figure that could not look more perfect. Outwardly, she seemed to have everything to offer, money, beauty, intelligence and creativity, as well as independence and determination and was an inspiration to everyone who met her. This, however, was just what the Mithras sages referred to as the “public shape,” to conceal their true identity. Nobody, save other Mithras sages, will know that “Toni” is really Countess Toni de Medici-Fecchiera, the Arch-Sage of Tuscany and the 5th Line of the Phantasmagoria-Haidnur Hird, one of the most revered and feared Mithras Sage hirds, or clans, in the world. Her ritual gown is so elaborate and complicated that it seems to defy the laws of Euclidean geometry, only possible because of Toni’s immense, physics-bending telekinesis that is constantly radiating electromagnetic pulse signals from her brain, whose activity reaches close to 320,000 units; she cannot be around anything electronic without it frying completely. Her psychic attacks are so powerful that they can level a city with a minimum of effort. Toni is perhaps the most terrifying thing on the face of the Earth, and a good reason why you should never go into a tavern on the wrong side of a town you’ve never been to, especially if a stunning young Italian woman approaches you and tries to flirt. People say if you want to find her, look for the nearest tavern or lying topless on a white-sand beach in the Mediterranean, with the crowd of young men bringing her everything she wants like a bunch of brainwashed toadies.
Countess Medici, is in one word, insane. Toni is not content with rival Germanic Wewelsburg Hird Grand Master Eisner von Richtofen’s vision of a German-Mithras Europe and has repeatedly stated that she wanted a complete, pan-European empire on the scale of Rome, but Richtofen could not see beyond the Germanic/Magyar lands of Austria, Germany and Hungary-Slovakia. Medici, despite her elegance and beauty; she was 6 feet, 3 inches tall, wore stunning outfits and had long, silky black hair, pale, alabaster skin and haunting green eyes, was one of the most feared individuals in Europe. Most other Mithras sages who knew her personally were in conclusion that she was gizquya, or very “gifted,” to say the least, she knew things that no living person could possibly know, such as exactly how many cabbages were stolen from gardens in Berlin in 1754 A.D, and doctors who measured her brainwave scans found that her REM sleep activity was near 190,000 units, while her active function was close to 320,000 units. Leonardo Da Vinci’s activity was only at 765 units, and a level of 400 units was considered “genius.” Even in the modern era, doctors were still clueless as to how Toni wasn’t killed by her own brain function levels or even managed to communicate and think in ways that typical human beings could even remotely comprehend. Unfortunately for those who had to deal with her, she appeared to have a severe form of psychosis that caused her to fit every level of insanity imaginable, artistic insanity, because her 3-story, 25,000-square foot penthouse apartment in Rome, was decorated with her own original bizarre, abstract, surrealist, often volkisch art that looked like what would result from Salvador Dali or Freda Kahlo taking a hit of acid and trying to mix a Picasso painting and one of their works together while high. They had a common theme, either depicting a form of macabre liberation, ancient European paganism that overlapped with Nazi symbolism in many cases a bittersweet message about the brevity and fleetingness of life or some sort of tormented scene, such as the picture of two murdered lovers lying on the streets of a city with a crowd of faceless people walking past, each with their shadows standing above their bloodied corpses, with the woman’s shadow in a contorted yet seemingly liberated, but disturbingly unnatural pose, and the young man’s shadow cruelly rejecting the tormented shadow’s pleas for acceptance; the blood on their bodies was arranged into words written in Latin: “Where is my love? Where is my hope? Where is my reason to live?!” Another painting showed a little girl clenching her face in her hands while riding a lonely swing set in the middle of an abandoned city, with a shadowy stranger standing behind her, another showed a young man walking along railroad tracks in autumn, surrounded by the reds, browns, oranges and yellows of the countless autumn leaves falling around him, he walks alone, not knowing where he is headed, symbolizing that the only certainties in life are death, loneliness and uncertainty, therefore, life is completely meaningless, you’re going to die anyway, so what does it matter? Like the autumn leaves that blanket the tracks, people are shining bright one day, and decrepit and old the next…Life is a beautiful lie, death is an ugly truth. One other painting shows a screaming young woman with scars on her bare legs reading a book, but the words on the book fall off the pages like a shower of black ashes, and these ashes transform into lice and ticks, which crawl up her legs in their thousands. Also, pictures of a woman carving an image of birds flying out of a cage onto her arms with a knife, as well as some pictures that had no meaning at all, such as headless chicken being chased by a tailless rat, as well as some original Picasso, Kahlo and Dali paintings, plus several volkicsh paintings by the artists Hipper and Jung, late 19th century German and Austrian painters who focused on art that reflected ancient, pre-Christian European culture as an expression of nationalism and pride, as well as a collection of weapons, specifically ones that were used to torture and kill children throughout history, old dictatorial flags, statues of sinister, robed figures and a gigantic Mithras rug and Solar Helix coat of arms on the wall, plus the lighting in the house that made the place appear as if it were in perpetual dusk, would only appeal to someone who is completely insane. She was also intellectually insane, given that her IQ and brain function levels are so high, that a lot of her psychotic actions may seem abrupt and without any rhyme or reason, much like someone with schizophrenia, but some doctors who studied her case suggested that due to brainwave scans and flash-cloning samples, the very height of her IQ scores make her appear to the layman as insane, simply because the rest of the world is too simple, judgmental and narrow-minded to understand just how fast and how advanced her brain is. She is only “crazy” because of society’s judgmental stupidity and the filthy, pop-culture Fascist dregs such as the rich girls living in places like Miami and New York City trying to set an unrealistic standard for “prosperity” and “beauty.” She uses her intellect and her own fortune to directly oppose that culture through the power of science and intellectual pursuits, as well as incorporating her obsession with macabre, distorted art into her scientific pursuits as well; she’d pay people in Europe to kidnap young, rich women travelling abroad and kill them, and bring their corpses back to her penthouse apartment for experimentation. As a Mithras Sage, Toni had a religious fascination with blood, not just for the DNA and sampling properties of it, but also in a much more metaphysical sense and as the source of her power. One of her greatest projects includes being able to cheat death by using computers; this is possible, but illegal under most circumstances, Toni creates backups of her mind on computer disks, so that even if she can no longer maintain the body she’ s lived in for 800 years, she will simply be “reborn” in an AI hologram body, with her mind and personality as a digitized set of data, but also uses bizarre ways of justifying her acts on an intellectual level, such as using mathematical puzzles to fool police forces, and using math to lead detectives to conclusions that will inevitably get them killed, just because Toni thinks that it’s a joke. The third domain of insanity, humorous insanity, is represented here. Many of Toni’s attacks on people in Europe are so twisted and sinister because she sees it as a joke, a gigantic game where she and the police are opponents trying to outplay each other, not enemies, and this type of crime is nothing but a game, a trick, and a joke in “good fun;” the drive behind this mentality is the horrific torment Toni suffered as a little girl in the 1380s, with her abusive oligarch father in Italy selling her into prostitution as a teenager to cover a bad deal as collateral with another noble family, not to mention beating her and locking her in a dark, dank closet full of weapons at age 6 for 3 days. She later escaped from slavery and brutally slaughtered her abusive masters, as well as her horrendous father and mother, who lived in a dungeon for the mentally ill. Since her escape, she has committed crimes ranging from killing people and turning their bodies into marionettes, using them as a puppet show, torturing and cannibalizing little girls and young women, turning their blood into wine and using her huge master bathroom on the third floor of her apartment as a makeshift torture chamber, holding fake T.V. show competitions just to kill the contestants one by one, the “prize,” for the winner is that they are allowed to go free, only to have Toni kill them anyway because she was “just kidding, as usual.” The fourth domain of insanity, verbal insanity, is also very much apparent here, every single word that comes out of her mouth seems to have some kind of dual meaning to it, in one particular speech to the citizens of Times Square in August of 2013 A.D:
“So simple, yet so complicated, so everlasting, yet so fragile, so easily broken, but so easily built, and so easy to speak, yet so easy to misrepresent…anyone who has lived on this planet, young or old, whether they know it or not, is aware, however subconsciously, of the four properties of which I speak. The first of which, life, in the Earthly definition, consists of amino acids, deoxyribonucleic acid and counts the cell as its basic unit of organization. Therefore, in the purest, biological sense, life is a simple affair, as soon as an organism is born, it is alone, it is small, it is feeble, unless it can adapt, it will die out. Darwin’s theorem of evolution, the first word “theorem” intentionally changed to state that Darwinian logic is proven, it is only because the individuals who are told by the Gestalt that their outdated traditional Christian dogmas are the only, absolute truth. Life is simple, yes, but it is not that simple. What if I were to tell you people that everything you know is wrong? Everything, right down to the very Platonic and Aristotelian logic that the Gestalt has been drilling into your heads from the first breath you take when you slither from your mother’s gaping cervix, is distorted by the Gestalt Field, the displaced, churned, distorted, chaotic and tormented storm of ideologies created by the development of society over the millennia of human existence, displaced by the same methodology as Einstein’s theory of relativity or a ship at sea, is a cyclical, self-destructive byproduct of societal advancement. Every society in history, from the Mayans, to the Romans, to the Soviet Union and the United States, creates its own Gestalt Field, directly proportionate to the weight the society occupies on the global stage. As the society grows, so does the Gestalt Field around it, until the society begins to corrode from prolonged exposure to the ideology that created it, much analogous to the way a ship will rust and rot away in water, even though ships are built for open sea. This eventual corrosion is what the layman would call death and me likewise. Death is nothing supernatural. There is no holy paradise for the good, and dark, hellish underworld for the evil. ‘Good’ and ‘evil’ are points of view, there is no set definition. The same goes with ‘right’ and ‘wrong.’ That is the Gestalt. The Gestalt is society and all the contagion that develops around it, the distortions of truth and space, time and lies, science and metaphysics. There is no God, there is no Devil, there is only Man, and Man, if you haven’t realized already, is capable of far more evil and judgment than any God or Devil, and it happens on a regular basis. Society rots from a plague that will never truly be cured; society seeks salvation when it will never be saved from itself. It is this never-ending Universal Cycle of Existence, a cycle of birth, suffering, death, and the temporary happiness and liberation that result, and repeating the process ad infinitum until the human extinction eventually, inevitably comes, that defines the human race. Humanity is destroyed by the very forces that create it; hence the symbol of my Order, a dragon consuming its own tail, circling the sun. That is life, simple, yet complicated. That other force, love, so everlasting, yet so temporary, has often been described as like magic, but, like any true magic, it is just as often simply an illusion of desire, and the root of that is suffering, the desire to find some kernel of happiness in this horrid, decrepit world before the calm of leaden, everlasting sleep. Love may feel as if it lasts forever, but in reality, when the brain is distorted by the Gestalt Field, time and lies become synonymous. Love feels longer and more meaningful that it actually is when reality sets in; it hurts more than anything else, so love is not an exception to suffering, and it is the epitome of human suffering and misery. There is no love; there is only malice and hate. Human beings cannot love; they cannot feel compassion or care for anyone, because of the Gestalt. The reason love cannot stand is that the foundation of which it stands consists of pillars of sand: trust. Trust is so easy to build, yet is also so easy to destroy. One day you can be best friends with someone, and the next day, you can find out that your best friend was a murderer, and you were on his or her next hit list…a fickle species, humanity is, that is why a dog or cat is more trustworthy than a person. Human beings lie, they cheat, they steal and they have no redeeming qualities. Even the kindest person could commit a triple homicide if they were convinced enough of the benefits of doing so. The truth is kindness is not a human trait. It is the superego, the Freudian depiction of societal conditioning versus the id and the ego that is created by the Gestalt Field. Kindness is a perspective, an ideal that the Gestalt uses to keep its constituent parts together, like a machine, and like any machine, the Gestalt only functions if all of its parts are working the way they should. Thus, the final property, truth, is the most difficult to find. The powers that be, namely the mass media, are so powerful that no government on Earth has any power over them; even the unfortunately deceased Attorney General stated that these companies are breaking laws, but are so powerful and so rich that to prosecute them would be economic suicide. The truth is that there is no ‘truth’ anymore. ‘Truth’ consists of whatever the multinational ultra-rich mega-conglomerates proclaim to be true, and in the words of a certain Serb nationalist and political scientist, have turned the West into an inverted totalitarian state, a form of illiberal democracy where the 0.01% control everyone else, even the elected officials are puppets. The Republican and Democratic Parties are both the right and left arm of the Gestalt, and the corporations, mass-media; popular culture, celebrities, Hollywood, social-injustice engine is the head, brain, eyes, ears, nose and mouth of this horrid entity. The legs, the ones that prop the system up and unknowingly support this murder machine, are people like you. The 99.9%, the doctors, farmers, workers, clerks, chefs, anything that is not one of the 0.01% of society is immobilized, with no way of escaping the Gestalt corpse. You don’t have to be. I am the virus, the pox that infects the Gestalt’s body and amplifies within its cells, its police and bureaucracy, the minds of its concentration camps and indoctrination centers that pass as schools, and eventually place the Gestalt at a day of reckoning. Either it wakes up and sees the magnitude of its crimes, or it faces the wrath of those it oppresses for so long. Stand by me and reject your own government and you will achieve a power greater than any University degree or Gestalt-imposed merit badge could ever grant you, one that would assure you a place in my new Empire, the Paganblut-Hexe Imperium. There is no God. There is no Devil. There is only Man, and I am His bane. Good day to you all, Carpe Diem.”
This one speech, vague and twisted, shows the extent of verbal insanity, which is an offshoot of the larger issue of intellectual insanity. The fifth domain of insanity, sadistic insanity, is the most pronounced in Toni. She takes great, almost orgasmic pleasure in other people’s pain, reveling in semi-masturbatory bliss of other’s screams and spilled blood and gore. Most of the torture methods she uses on her victims are indicative of extreme sadism, such as:
Straightforward forced sex, nice and easy, I would recommend drugging the victim with date-rape drugs first. (Not very creative…)
2. Lock victim in a cage and place spikes around his or her genitalia. They have to let you violate them to remove them, lest they impale themselves on the iron blades in the pubic area. (Original idea by author)
3. Slice their lips off with a blunt knife and sew them to the genitalia, as to make it look like “art,” this is only doable to someone who dresses in very revealing outfits, they let their sexuality do the talking, so why not make them look the part? (Original idea by author)
4. S&M fetish rape with actual medieval torture instruments, this is one of the Aryan Terrorism Klan’s favorite terror tactics, as well as a bizarre method of sick satisfaction used by the Grand Master. (Fuck Nigger Blood…) (Original Idea by Author)
5. Human meat shredder barrel, roll the naked victim down a slope in a barrel full of razor sharp spikes after violating them 88 times, 88=HH=Heil Hitler (Original Idea by Author)
6. Human puppet master, the victim is injected with a CPU microchip that turn them into a puppet, forcing them to rip themselves apart with a meat cleaver or chainsaw, after a ceremonial series of rapes in a cult ritual, surrounded by candles and swastika posters in a basement. (Original Idea by Author)
7. Suffocating a woman or man by gagging them to death with a gigantic plastic dildo is sometimes preferable to bloodshed rape-torture. (Original Idea by Author)
8. Hot candle-wax cocoon, where the victim is naked, still alive and baked in a cocoon of hot candle wax alive like a toaster pastry. (Original Idea by Author)
9. Rotary Rape, the victim is placed on a spinning wheel, and willing volunteers take turns raping the victim until she bleeds to death. (Original Idea by Author)
10. BTK rape, Bind, Torture, Rape, Kill. (Frowned upon because of lack of creativity. Will not earn many prestige points and rank may not increase as quickly as one would like.)
11. Shark-skin genitalia cover: This device looks like a condom and functions as one, but has an entire interior lining made of shark denticles, which hold the skin in place like 10,000 tiny fishhooks. The victim must perform self-castration to remove the device. (Original idea by author)
12. Extreme psychological distress and ironic, bizarre humiliation: such as having a group of gay prisoners engage in forced sex with another heterosexual Christian homophobe prisoner, only to kill all of them at the end of the act and pickle their body parts, and preserve their blood as wine by adding an oxidizer chemical that allows it to ferment. (Original idea by author)
13. Using a homemade sickle-claw finger-glove that fits over her index finger, the Grand Master punctures the jugular vein of her victims to sample their blood and body fluids. (Creepy, but has been done a few times before in history)
14. Using a machine that simulates labor pains in childbirth, the leaders use this to torture men with nearly 15 times the pain of actual labor, however. (Original idea by author)
15. Cooking a pregnant woman by burning her at the stake with a late-term baby, only to bake the woman like a fresh-caught pig and then cutting her womb open, and removing the perfectly-cooked fetus to be eaten by Countess Toni during her ancient Mithras sorcery spells; Toni abducted a North African immigrant mother, 9 months pregnant, and impaled her on a spit, slowly roasting her over a fire like a rotisserie cooker while she slowly died, her womb acted as a natural oven for the baby, cooked to a golden-brown perfection.
16. Nymphomania, but in a very sadistic, pain-inducing way. For example, she’ll take a heavy sledgehammer to a victim’s penis and masturbate the mangled, crushed genitalia until it ejaculates blood and semen in her face, which she enjoys like a warm, summer rain. She also engages in self-pleasuring behaviors that include shoving a crucifix from a Southern, Bible-Belt American church into her clitoris like a vibrator and breaking it in half with her own hands, just to show how much she despises traditional, conservative, American Christianity as well as to satiate her own “sexual interpretation” of Mithraism and blood sorcery, she gloats about how she “fucked Jesus so hard it broke his cock in half” after this episode.
17. Extreme hatred of “backward religion,” namely Christianity. She targets American and European Christians with a horrific ferocity, burning churches, defacing Christian symbolism and Nativity scenes on Christmas, and saving her worst torments for people like American “televangelists,” pro-lifers, creationists, whom she calls “Holocaust-deniers,” because denying something like evolution is akin to denying the Holocaust; the evidence saying that it does exist is so overwhelming that the Christians who deny it are “invalid lunatics without excuse;” and anyone who calls themselves “born-again.”
These 16 extreme sadistic behaviors, often combined with near-masochist tendencies, she sometimes likes to feel pain as well, are indicative of all serial killers, but the most extreme killers are usually sadistic to match. This individual, however, is beyond any and every line imaginable. She takes a nuclear-powered bulldozer to sanity and the very mention of her name is enough to give people the chills.
The sixth domain of insanity, insanity in dress, is very much a factor here as well. Waldheim is often seen in the most bizarre and symbolically-weird dresses imaginable, one is pink and red with hearts on it and a silky, lace, pink veil and scarf over it, as well as a gigantic, pink, fuzzy hat, one outfit is a long black dress with black high-heeled boots, black lacy dress gloves with a black and white fur coat over the whole thing and a white, fur Caucasian Cossack hat with a metal spike on top of it, like that of a German pickelhaube helmet, another is a seductive, black, strapless ballroom dress with red carnations around her waist, another being a burgundy and red 16th-century Eastern European gown and headdress, and another outfit that looks somewhat like a Ming Chinese Empress’ outfit, with a ton of eye makeup and lipstick for each outfit as well, and quite often, that makeup is made from congealed human blood or body fluids.
Finally, the seventh domain of insanity, religious insanity, is very much present as well. Her “religion,” if you can call it that, is a twisted form of European-Vedic-Indo-Aryan paganism that tries to pass itself off as Christianity, which is symbolized by the dragon consuming its own tail, and the Mithras wheel, society is so flawed that each one eventually destroys itself, and only a higher force which she calls “Gestalt,” can keep it in order, however, this force is what also destroys society by the very fact that it exists…in her mantra, it is said that there is no God, there is no Devil, there is only Mankind…and she is His bane…as the storm grows in Europe, Toni has used her position as the Supreme Praetor, the absolute authority on law enforcement in the Mithras Order, to protect Mithras sages everywhere, but she approaches this protection with the philosophy that she keeps everyone safe, as long as nobody questions or challenges her for any reason. Her biggest rival is Wotankult Hird Emperor Gustavus Adolphus von Nordheim, who is the Emperor of the Scandinavian Wotankult Hird and is a polar opposite from Toni on how the Mithras Codex is interpreted, Toni focuses more on the sexual, pleasure-seeking aspect of the religion, given her personality and tendency to just enjoy every second of the A-list lifestyle that she’s lived in for 800 years, whereas Nordheim focuses more on the conservative, militaristic, racial interpretation of the Codex; Toni is extreme left, Nordheim is extreme right, to place it in political context. Much like the rivalry between Hitler and Stalin leading up to WWII, Toni stands as the de facto leader of the Leftist factions, and Nordheim stands as the unquestioned voice and authoritarian presence on the right-wing, or Volkisch factions. The majority of Mithras Sages reject the racial interpretations, but a strong portion of them see Nordheim and his ally, as well as Toni’s other rival Eisner von Richtofen of the Wewelsburg Hird’s message of a Mithras-dominated human race, and that Mithras Sages are naturally superior to non-initiated “invalid” humans, in Nordheim’s racial lexicon, as inspiring. Most of the traditional Mithras Sages, most notably the Slovak-Hungarian Bathory-Kozak Hird and the Romanian Draculesti-Branu Hird, led by Andreii Bathory-Groznyy and Alin Draculesti-Cesucescu, respectively, see Nordheim and Richtofen as rogues and their ideology as certain to bring a three-way war between Leftists, Volkisch, and normal, un-initiated human militaries, which would, even in the case of victory by Toni’s Leftist Coalition, spell the undoubted end of the success and grand culture that the Mithras Order had built in secret for thousands of years. There hadn’t been a need for Mithras Sages to get involved in any war or interaction with the non-Mithras world for more than 400 years, not since the 30 Years’ War, which ended in 1648, did any Mithras Sages fight in any typical human war. Even during the darkest hours of WWI and WWII, Mithras actions were minimal. The previous, full-scale mobilization of Mithras Sages for war was during the Crusades, when legendary Mithras Sage Vidiun Lusankara led his army to its final sacrifice at the Battle of Manzikert, in 1076. Vidiun’s entire Hird was killed in the battle, when Vidiun was forced to detonate a “nightmare bomb” underneath the main fortress to bring the aggressive Byzantine Empire to its knees. The bomb was triggered by implanting a telekinetic charge into a sleeping person’s brain, in this case the Byzantine Emperor, the detonation causes colossal destruction that quite often kills the Sage who planted it, because of the effort needed to maintain the charge, the caster usually dies of sheer exhaustion. It is seen as the equivalent of a kamikaze attack and is the most powerful attack that any Sage can perform, but it is usually their final act. Toni, however, is so powerful that she is only mildly fatigued by the attack. With her leading the Leftists, most Mithras Sages believe that Leftist victory is certain in the event of war, but everyone hopes that war is avoided.
- Prince Andreii Bathory-Groznyy, Prince of the Nightrider Cossacks
Apparent age: 27, Calendar age: 457
The Bathory-Kozak Hird is, along with the Draculesti-Brani Hird, the most well-known of the Mithras Hirds, and probably the most powerful and influential Hirds in Europe and the world. They are the celebrities, the top 1% of the Mithras sages, after all, the most well-known followers of Mithras, Vlad III Dracula and Countess Elizabeth Bathory, were former high-ranking officials within their respective Hirds, but met with unfortunate ends on the battlefield during the Renaissance Era. The current patriarch of the Bathory-Kozak Hird is actually Elizabeth’s son, Andreii, who reached age 27 after being taken in by what was left of his mother’s guard forces, before being initiated into the Mithras Order himself as a Sage. Since then, Andreii has become a very handsome, brutal warrior, with his mother’s ghostly white skin and deep blue eyes, as well as dark brown hair. He is mild-mannered, quiet and usually doesn’t say much, except this is exactly why most of the other young women who meet him find him so attractive. He wears a typical black Cossack uniform with a huge, black fur topcoat, as well as a black fur hat and a dyed ostrich feather in it; his black, steel-toed boots are also one of his trademarks. Not to mention, his smile and his ability to negotiate his way out of almost any situation usually precludes the need for him to use his sage magic; he has many young, beautiful women that want to get close with him, some of them very powerful Sages in their own right, but the one woman he truly feels that he belongs with is Countess Toni of the Phantasmagoria-Haidnur Hird in Italy. She, however, unlike most others, is not impressed, which just goes to show how unrealistic her standards for a husband or boyfriend are. If the patriarch of one of the most famous, influential and wealthiest Hirds in history isn’t good enough for you, who is? Toni claims that his style of magic is “too crude, he looks like a lumberjack chopping down a tree,” referencing the Shaak-ra style of Mithras Sage combat that he and every other member of his family were experts at. Rather than using the power of the Mithras magic itself as a weapon, as the other style. Ezkra-el, specializes in, Andreii uses his power to make him almost invincible with a sword in his hand. The reason why Toni views Andreii as a “palace-pampered, tiara-boy snooze fest” is because the ability to fight on even a basic level using just magic alone, without a weapon, is beyond the ability of 99% of all Mithras Sages; almost every Sage uses a mix of Ezkra-el and Shaak-ra. The list of Sages that can use their magic so immaculately that they can effortlessly create a Dyson sphere around a VEI-Magnitude 8 super-eruption and use the force of that explosion as a concentrated laser pulse of energy from their fingertips is a very, very short one. Toni makes this feat look easy; she claims it’s as easy as painting her fingernails. Toni is, quite possibly, the most talented Sage ever, and she has let it go to her head in every way possible. She claims that there is not a man on Earth that she sees as good enough to date her…few question her on that, based on her looks, level of insanity and sadism, intelligence and sheer power, her Phantasmagoria-Haidnur soldiers are devotedly loyal to her and her will…however, as a wise Sage once said: “Everyone has a weakness…” that also applies to Andreii as well, and his is the reason why he doesn’t talk to most people that much, especially members of the opposite sex, despite the fact that any other woman not named Countess Toni Medici tries to throw herself at him. He, in his long, half-millennium existence, has seen much glory, but also the same pain and suffering that harms even typical, non-Mithras followers. There was one girl that he genuinely loved, a stunning Polish-Russian girl named Alexandra Miel, an extremely lethal assassin who was an expert marksman, she could read minds and turn herself invisible, and hunted people for sport, she stood up for other young women, usually, by sniping unfaithful, cruel, or egocentric men that were unkind to their girlfriends or wives. She was a Mithras Sage and one of his followers in his Nightrider Cossack army; she had long, silky brown hair, and a carnation in her hair, blue eyes and a pale, alabaster complexion, as well as a stunning, white-silky, red-flower painted dress, she loved to garden and plant flowers in her spare time, when she wasn’t killing “idiotic, meatheaded Neanderthals.” Andreii trained her personally; he always said it was only temporary and that his relationship with her was strictly professional, but girls, even non-Mithras girls, have a sixth sense. She knew through her telekinesis and just by the way he looked at her and how he became tongue-tied around her at the sound of her soft, cooing voice; that Andreii was undeniably in love with her. He tried to hide it, but he was doing such a poor job of it that it made Alexandra giggle, and that just made Andreii even more awkward. Eventually, they confessed their affection for one another, and Alexandra, a master of musical composition and singing, sang to Andreii, probably one of the most famous love songs in Mithras culture on their first anniversary of them officially becoming an item:
“I’m thinking of you, in my sleepless love tonight, if it’s wrong to love you, then my heart just won’t let me be right, because I’m drowned in you, and I won’t pull through, without you next to me. I give my all, my heart and soul, to have just one more night with you, I’d risk my life and love to feel you next to me, I just want happiness, love and peace, and it’s just too much, because I can’t go on, living in the memory of a summer rain, but when we’re together, I feel like I’m at home…I will never be cold, because you keep me warm, I will never cry, because you catch my tears, I will never hurt, because you dull my pain, and my senses are drowned in perpetual bliss. I give my all, my heart and soul, to have just one more night with you, I’d risk my life, and love to feel you next to me, I just want happiness, love and peace, and it’s just too much, because I can’t go on, living in the memory of a summer rain, but when we’re together, I feel like I’m at home. In the name of all things, the spring, summer, fall and winter, the sun and the moon in the sky, we will live together, and become one with nature itself, because I gave my all, my heart and soul, to forever be with you, I risked my life and love to have you next to me, because now we both can go on, living in the blissful paradise of a summer rain, and when we’re together, I feel loved and at home…”
Sadly, this was short-lived. Six months later, Alexandra vanished without a trace on a routine trip to get water for the Houska Castle fortress garden in Bohemia. She was never seen again. That was 304 years ago. Even today, Andreii still gets visibly depressed on August 9, the anniversary of Alexandra singing that song to him. He keeps the ancient, dried carnation that she wore in her hair pressed in a book, as well as the original scrap of parchment that the song was written on. Andreii still thinks about her every day, and has never truly moved on, even after three centuries. He only wants to know what happened to her, as no Mithras spell or incantation can bring someone back from the dead, it can only preserve existing life. Sages can still die, just not from aging. Eventually, however, the story had a happy ending. Andreii eventually found evidence in Paris that rekindled the long-faded hope that Alexandra had survived, and that, as a Mithras Sage, would still be alive and unchanged. A file full of police documents, dated from August 9, 2012, reported the sighting of a beautiful, but very sad and lonely young woman, wandering the streets of Paris in a beautiful white dress, with a mink-fur Polish-Lithuanian scarf, with red flowers on the dress, she sat on a bench on the famous Seine River Bridge, watching, heartbroken, as the sun set and tears streamed down her face. She cried softly and wiped the tears from her stunning, “squinty” blue eyes with a white napkin. When the police officers, accompanied a doctor, approached her to see if she was okay, she turned and gave what the police officers and the doctor called “hard to listen to without choking up.”
“I am physically just fine, but I am not well. I have felt empty and lonely for far too long…this day, this day was supposed to be a happy one, one that I would remember as the day my life finally became everything I thought it would ever be. That was all taken from me, so abruptly, unfairly and cruelly, so though my body is well, my heart is so thoroughly broken that I wonder how much more I can stand, and I wonder why I’m crying, because I thought I had no tears left to cry. My mind cannot relax as it is constantly trapped in a tormenting cage of thoughts, like a hurricane, I cannot feel anything except sadness or tragedy. I am a failure, a failure as a person; I can’t even accomplish a simple task when I am asked to perform one. I loved someone once; he meant the world to me, but now, I doubt he even knows if I’m alive or dead. It probably doesn’t matter anymore. He probably gave up looking for me and probably didn’t care if I died at all…he and the world, is better off without me. I think I was only a burden on him, and if he knew I was dead, at least he’d know what happened to me, and he wouldn’t have to worry about me. As someone who still cares for him, I only wish that my final action be to make his life better. I have seen a lot in my life, far more than my outwardly delicate appearance suggests…and if I have figured out one thing, it is this. Keep those you love closest to your heart…for they are like the summer rain…one minute they are here, then next…they’re gone…Treasure each moment, and always make them feel like they’ll never let go, go outside, see the summer breeze, hear the birds, the cicadas, the crickets at night, the patter of the rain on the windows in the morning, and take a deep breath…and tell them you love them…for all you know, you might never get tomorrow.”
The doctors offered to take her to the local hospital, where she was treated for severe depression and anxiety. She did have one request before she went to sleep that night, however, that the doctors contact Andreii Bathory-Groznyy, who was in Boston at the time to meet with the Terra Novaenglia Hird patriarch at the annual “Mithras Wizards are People Too” convention, which everyone else though was just one of those weird comic-cons. He had just gotten into the Council Sanctum when his cell phone rang. “Hello?” “Is this Andreii?” “Yes, this is he, who am I speaking to?” “I’m Doctor Pierre Chalfont, Chair of Psychiatry from Paris Metro Hospital, we picked someone up who claims she knows you last night, she was really sad, so we didn’t get much out of her except that she might have been suicidal. As per hospital protocol with suicidal patients, she’s here for 30 days to observe her behavior, but I can assure you she is safe and sound here, she’s very talkative, loves to discuss her garden and her outfit collection and feels a lot better. She appears to know that we’re trying to help her, which is always a good sign. Let me ask you something. She worried that you would be mad at her for incompetence, because you sent her to get water a long time ago and she never came back.” It was at this point that Andreii almost dropped the phone. “What is this woman’s name?” “Her name is Alexandra Miel, and she is, if I may point out, absolutely beautiful. She’s very well taken care of and she’s anxious to see you again. May we arrange living quarters for her while she’s being observed? “No need, I’ll be there tomorrow, and make sure she’s waiting for me, I come from a very old Slovak family and we like to make an entrance!!” “About that, you’re not related to those Mithras freaks from the 16th century, are you?” “That’s not important. The important part is that you found Alexandra, and she’s safe. This is a happy moment…the happiest moment of my life.” After Andreii jubilantly hung up the phone, the rest of the Terra Novaenglia Hird smiled. “Ok, back to business.” “No need. She’s waiting for you. She’s waited for 304 years; you’d best not keep her waiting a day longer.”
The next day, Andreii landed in Paris and proceeded directly to the hospital; he was unmistakable walking into the hospital on that chilly November day, in his huge black topcoat, fur hat with a black ostrich plume in it, as well as his black hair and blue eyes. “Where is Alexandra?” Andreii asked the doctor, filling out the paperwork to visit the patient. “She’s this way.” As Andreii walked down the hallway, he could barely contain himself; all those years of searching for her were coming to an end. Sure enough, Andreii approached a small hospital café room for patients, and there stood Alexandra, wearing her exotic, flowery Eastern Slovak gown, looking sweetly at him, tears of joy streaming down her face. Alexandra looked at Andreii and said a few simple words: “Andreii…I’m sorry for being so incompetent, I got lost on the way back from getting water and…” Alexandra couldn’t finish her sentence, but she didn’t need to. Andreii hugged her so tightly that she could barely move, and for the first time in his four-and-a-half century life of power and control, he felt a twinge of humanity creep into his iron resolve, enough for him to cry a few tears too…but only a few. “It’s fine…it’s just water…it wasn’t part of any test or training for you…I’m just happy to have you back.”
- SCANDINAVIA- WOTAN-KULT HIRD
Emperor Gustavus Adolphus von Nordheim, the Bloody Dragon of the North
If the Bathory-Kozak Hird is known for its wealth, pomp and extravagance, than the Wotan-Kult Hird is known for its extreme violence and horrific experimentation with “Volkisch Mithraism,” a controversial denomination of Mithraism that is only practiced in Scandinavia, the nations of Norway, Sweden, Denmark, Finland and Iceland. They have different chapters in each Scandinavian country, but the Chapters are all under the control of Wotankult, based in Oslo, Norway, under the Emperor Gustavus Adolphus von Nordheim, a “beast in the shape of a man” who stands more than 6’11” tall, weighing 311 lbs, with blonde hair and glaring red eyes. He is more than 1,500 years old and appears to be around 24, but all who see his huge blue and white robe, black cape and black tri-cornered hat with the capercallie feather in it know immediately who he is. He is truly vicious, even the psychotically-egocentric Countess Toni of the Tuscan Phantasmagoria-Haidnur Hird admits that he is an “impressive sight,” not just to see walking past his Hirdsmen carrying his dragon-head cane, but because of his brutality in battle, it matches and sometimes even exceeds Toni’s. He is known for terrorizing his victims with illusions and visions, hallucinations and phantasms, before he impales them on the end of his sword, called the “Bane of All Fools.” The sword forces them to endure the most extreme physical and psychological pain imaginable while they slowly die, surrounded by illusory phantasms of demons and hideously-deformed apparitions of the people that the victim loves or cares about, often attacking them or pleading for help, but they aren’t really there, they’re just projections created by Emperor Adolphus’ terrifying magic. His form of Mithraism is at the extreme, far-right interpretation of the Mithras Codex, the holy text of the Order written down more than 9,000 years before, although primitive Mithras proto-Hirds may have existed even before then, it was not until the end of the last Ice Age that Mithras Sages could settle down and form Hird clans. The passage that Adolphus focuses on is in Phantasms 11:9, the Gospel of Fidus, one of the Seven Gospels of the Mithras Codex:
“And verily, unto all kind, you will seek the blood of purity, which sanctified the race of life that built the Hirds of the Earth and Servant of Mithras, only they have the power to wield those forces bestowed upon us…”
This passage, barely 3 lines long, seemed to imply, at least in Emperor Adolphus’ interpretation of the Gospel of Fidus in his conversation with his fellow Hirdsman Bacillus, that certain races of humans were naturally better than others, even though most modern Mithras Hirds completely reject any racial connotations to their religion, dismissing anyone who incorporates race into their religion as a “short-sighted, close-minded fool.” This is only the result of the Mithras Order dealing with WWII, from the years of 1933-1945, Germany, led by Adolph Hitler and Heinrich Himmler, became unusually enthralled by rumors of persistent Mithras Order Hirds, and incorporated Mithras symbolism into many of their heraldry and Nazi medals and propaganda, such as the crooked swastika, the Wolfsangel, the Pinwheel Swastika, the Sigtyr Runes, and, most notably, the symbol of Mithras itself, the Black Sun Rune. Almost every Mithras Hird saw this glorification as voorea, the Mithras word for “sacrilege.” It was considered insulting and dishonorable for anyone not initiated into the Mithras Order to display Mithras symbolism in any form, and Hitler and Himmler were not Mithras, nor were they even related to a Mithras Sage, but Himmler’s great-uncle, twice-removed, was the half-brother of the second cousin of one of Prince Andreii Bathory-Groznyy’s Nightrider Cossacks, but still not closely related enough to be trained in full Mithras Sage initiation. As such, the Nazis were not seen as true Mithras Sages and also heretics, they were beneath the contempt of nearly every Hird…except for one. Adolphus believed that Hitler was right, and showed no remorse for those murdered in the Holocaust under the false Mithraism tag fabricated by the Nazis, using Phantasms 11:9 as justification for “Volkisch Mithraism, and even posthumously initiated Hitler and Himmler into his Hird, the Wotankult, which is, incidentally, the one Hird that Himmler and Hitler both had definitive evidence actually existed, even though hundreds exist worldwide. This initiation quickly made Adolphus’ name synonymous with racial bigotry, hatred and bastardized Mithraism; Andreii Bathory-Groznyy, the de facto Arch-Sage of Europe, even considered placing him on trial for apostasy, the consequence of a guilty verdict being exile and eternal ostracism, if not execution. A trial for any Mithras Sage must be agreed upon by a majority of the global Hird leaders, let alone a Hird leader with such a massive following that Adolphus had achieved, so, despite Andreii’s best efforts, he could not even assemble a grand jury to decide whether the case would even go to trial or not. As such, no case was ever presented to the Magistrate of Justice, a group of 6 Judges, representing Mithras Sages from all 6 habitable continents, responsible for Mithras Order law and law enforcement, led by Countess Toni of the Phantasmagoria-Haidnur Hird. As a result, Adolphus has continued to be an extremely controversial figure in European Mithraism, his Hird is responsible for hundreds of hateful attacks on Jews, Muslims and anyone non-Aryan. Some see his brutality as “revolutionary,” others see his attacks as pure, rank, naked hate with no real justification, other than a passage in Fidus quoted woefully out of context. Many Mithras Sages believe that a Fihk, or Mithras Holy War, is brewing, one that will pit the Volkisch Mithras Sages against the traditional Mithras Sages. Everyone hopes that this does not happen, especially with Andreii Bathory Groznyy having just been reunited with his beloved Alexandra after more than 300 years. It was a miracle that she survived so long, a war might genuinely make their celebration short-lived.
GERMANY: Wewelsburg Hird, Grand Master Eisner von Richtofen and his wife, Mistress Elsa Laura von Wolzhogen,
Germany is a very ancient country, with a long history of Mithras activity, but it is here that most Mithras Sages have a very bad reputation. Germany first became aware of the native Wewelsburg Hird in the 1600s, with the Brothers Ernst and Jacob Grimm collecting tales of the strange and horrid goings-on in the deep Bavarian woodlands, and the terrifying leaders of the Wewelsburg Hird, based in the ancient castle of the same name. Eisner is a truly terrifying individual, he has a huge, black, wide-brimmed hat, a steel mask, a black hood and cape, a black trench coat and robe with a leather belt and razor-sharp meat hooks hanging off of it around his waist, spiked gauntlet gloves, spiked, wickedly sharp blade and steel-toed boots, as well as a devastating twin-bladed tremor sword. He focuses mostly on using his Sage powers rather than his weapon, which includes the gruesome Sheera-Ko attack, which telekinetically rips its victims to bloody fragments of meat. He has such knowledge of the Mithras Arts that he can not only prevent his own death, he can save others he cares about and even create life through Mithras alchemy. Combined with his potion concoctions, curses, spells, and incantations, he is probably the most feared sorcerer in Europe. His wife is just plain creepy, she dresses like a bizarre porcelain doll and talks like a little girl in a giggling, staccato, high-pitched, echoing voice, even though she looks like the Evil Queen from “Snow White.” Very few people have seen the Grand Couple, as they are known, and actually given any reliable reports of their appearance, because very often, they are the last things their victims see before they are slaughtered like squealing hogs. The only non-Mithras Sages ever to gain audience with them and not be tortured and killed were the Brothers Grimm, because Mistress Elsa thought their goal was “happy…and…fun…I…love…little…children…” in her own staccato voice. They spoke about their goals for Europe, in building a New German Order, where all of Europe would fall under a Mithras Reich, using sorcery and technology for a new era of prosperity and peace. Such a Reich very nearly materialized in 1940 with Hitler at his height, and many Germans suspect that the Wewelsburg Hird had something to do with this. For now, Richtofen and his followers want to rebuild the Greater German Reich to its 1944 borders and not conquer all of Europe, led by the Mithras Sages, but he has since been seen collaborating with the Wotankult Hird in Scandinavia, deeply worrying the Magistrate of Justice and the Leftist Hirds, led by Countess Toni.
JAPAN-Tomomori-no-Shinigami Hird: General Taira-no-Tomomori (Spectrus Forme, 6,000 years old)
The Asian Mithras Sages are the oldest of the global bloodlines, because Mithraism as a religion emerged in Asia during the last Ice Age; the earliest Bloodline records of Mithras Sages in Japan come from Jomon pottery in 4,500 B.C.E., with an image of three Japanese sorcerers consuming blood in a classic séance to channel the Sun’s energy. This is most likely the Tomomori-no-Shinigami Hird (Death God Tomomori Clan, in English); they are the earliest known Hird to appear in the modern sense that Hirds are organized, and it is still led by General Taira-no-Tomomori, albeit in a Spectrus Forme, the Asian Mithras Sages have found a way to persist even after their body has been destroyed, Tomomori lost his body in a battle in the Gempei Wars, during the medieval Warring States period of Japan. He died an honorable death, charging into battle and killing 50 enemies before succumbing to 35 arrows in his abdomen and legs, but a Mithras Sage as powerful as he is cannot be stopped by death in battle. Taira-no-Tomomori has become an entity of pure solar energy, appearing just as he did in life, but in a more powerful form. He cannot die again, but if he so chooses, he can create another body for himself from pure alchemy. The power it grants Taira, however, is so vast that he would become considerably less powerful if he became mortal again. Therefore, he chooses to remain in the Spectrus Forme, because, as powerful as Italian Sage Countess Toni is, she is still mortal in battle, and only his Hird has mastered the art of TRUE immortality, the ability to cycle infinitely between a body immune to aging and a Spectrus Forme is unique to the Japanese Hird, Taira-no-Tomomori has become, quite literally, a shinigami, or immortal god of death and war, capable of appearing to whomever he sees fit and either flaying him or her alive or offering to assist those he sees as honorable or worthy. His appearance is demented enough, he has a great, shaggy mane of black, fur-like hair on his head, a painted-white face with yellow, bloodshot eyes that look like they’re about to bug out of his head, a freakish, demented, crooked, yellowing, jagged, demonic grin, no visible eyelids, eyebrows or eyelashes, and dark furrows around his eyes that make them appear sunken and bulging at the same time, but one cannot see them unless one is literally face to face, otherwise, his eyes looks like black voids. He has huge spikes on his armor for impaling his enemies, and his katana is superhumanly sharp and glows deep red with the souls of those it has taken. His armor is traditional samurai armor with a huge, red and black kama battle dress underneath it, with the horrific staring faces of Nobhu, a white, moaning demon from Japanese mythology on it, the demon pretends to be a person’s shadow, only to eat them alive in their sleep and suck them into a vast wasteland where they wander through total darkness and a river full of horrific monsters for eternity. He also has gigantic wooden sandals. His Hird is mostly hidden, but only likes to appear at the most unexpected moment, he is the master of “jump-scare” and “Surprise, motherfucker!!” type attacks. He likes to prey on young, beautiful women, as their blood channels his magic best; for example, there will be this wild bathhouse party in tropical Japan where one girl invites all of her friends over for a party, and, when everyone least expects it, he’ll be staring through the window with his big, freakish yellow eyes, or he’ll suddenly appear in the mirror behind a girl when he wasn’t there before, and she’ll turn around and be face to face with him. Japanese NPA police authorities are always baffled by these types of murders, they’ve linked hundreds of death to a mystery “slasher” who drains all the blood from his mutilated victims’ bodies and distorts their bones and skin into “artistically demented” positions, his most infamous tactic is rape. He rapes his victims, rips their skin off and hangs it on his Hird lair’s walls like hunting trophies, but he has never been caught…for obvious reasons…sleep tight, girls, and don’t leave the windows open on certain nights of the year, because he is almost certain to pay you a visit…he often frequents the southern “Emerald Coast” of Japan, where huge hotels, night clubs and bars line the beachfront properties and plenty of sacrifice targets gather for summer break…but not all of the women there are victims. A group of elegant young women, called “Seers,” are often used as scouts, because they do not look anything like the equally horrific Hirdsmen that follow Taira-no-Tomomori into battle, each one of his 100 or so warriors looks unique in almost every way possible, they make their own armor and battle dress, as well as their own weapons, but they all find uniquely horrendous ways to kill their victims and use their blood for séances and sun-control, a type of spell that allows the Sage to brainwash his or her victims by using the Sun as an extension of his own will and controlling the target as if it was his or her own body. These four girls, Kiore, Takada, Rui and Setsuki are all stunning, twenty-something assassins that have been chosen by the Hird to find and invite victims to their private resort spa, which is really a gigantic trick to capture victims for the slaughter. Kiore, widely said to be the prettiest of the four, has sunglasses that allow her to see things transparently, the fabled “X-ray eyes.” They are armed with innocuous-looking items such as lipstick rolls, which were really small pistol guns that could stun or be made to fire extremely toxic darts, loaded with TTX puffer-toxin. Takada has a pair of diamond earrings and comes from an extremely high-class, upper-end upbringing and is 6 feet, 3 inches tall, and these earrings, huge hoop diamond earrings, actually act as focusing rings for small, lethal, silenced laser shots. Rui likes to use a mirror to create illusory copies of herself, and Setsuki is the most…suggestive member of the group, she is stunning like the rest of them, but likes to party, drink, and sin like the world is ending tomorrow. No one knows, however, that they are highly-paid assassins that make the equivalent of $550,000 U.S. per hit, and they are not bound to the Hird at all. They are sweet to those they care about, but their loyalty…and love, cannot be bought. They work for whoever pays them the most, and the Hird pays quite handsomely. They see the Hird, however, and the global Mithras Order, for that matter, as “exceedingly creepy, but, they pay well…” How they were eventually called to assist the Hird was via a simple encrypted e-mail sent to Miss Takada while she was on a date with another young man at a high-class, 5-star restaurant called “Solar Helix,” just as the man was flattering Takada on how “exceedingly soothing and beautiful” her stunning green eyes were. She was wearing her skin-tight black dress that revealed everything from her thighs down, and even then, the dress had diamond-shaped patterning on the side of it, but kept a long, light jacket over it with a feather ruff around the hood, her hoop earrings and her hair let down to its full length, all the way down to her lower back. She promptly pulled her lipstick roll out of her bag and put some of the crimson-red makeup on her lips, and kissed him sweetly. Shortly after that, her smartphone beeped with an encrypted message. Miss Takada continued her date with her date, and then he walked her back to her beachfront mansion, but the moment she walked into her house, she accessed the message, addressed to her and her three friends, Rui, Setsuki and Kiore, from one “Master Tomomori.” It was describing a hit directed at 3 other young women, but it did not specify why they were marked. Usually, the assassin jobs they were given were from government agencies around the world and from private contracts, who often gave details on who the targets were and other necessary information, like warrants, wants or rap sheets, as well as any specific details that varied from job to job. To a seasoned, talented assassin like Takada, who at 23 and with the help of her three equally-talented…and attractive colleagues, had established themselves as the best assassins on Earth, this was odd, to say the least, and most likely a setup. She quickly suspected that the Yakuza, the Japanese Mafia, was trying to eliminate them for interfering with their organized crime operations, the Yakuza bosses were getting a little sick of these four “pests” taking out their gang soldiers, and Takada knew that the Yakuza would likely kill them or sell all four of them on the black market slave trade, girls like them would fetch a very high price from other Yakuza bosses or Korean, Chinese and American brothels in Seoul, Shanghai or Las Vegas. The message, however, seemed too vague even for the Yakuza, so she had a hunch that this was a real job…little did she know exactly what this message implied. There are four factions that the Hibiscus Guild, as the four hunters are known, must be aware of, the Yakuza soldiers, the elite Japanese NPA SWAT cops, as bounty hunting is illegal in Japan, the United Nations peacekeeping forces, who often act as a paramilitary force in Japan, as well as the Virium Corporation, a pharmaceutical mega-conglomerate that has its own corporate army, as well as a 25-year old, handsome, Machiavellian genius CEO named Seta Morimata, who has a huge crush on Miss Takada and has made it a personal mission to get her to love him. He does not see why she is not interested; he has handsome brown hair, soft brown eyes, a black suit and red tie with the corporate logo on it, as well as a tall, ectomorph figure and a diabolically-clever mind, not to mention a cunning, quiet voice that screams “handsome, evil genius,” that sees the world in a twisted, moral dichotomy where the only justice is money and that he has the authority to pass judgment on those he sees as unfit to live because he is rich. Miss Takada sees him as “weird and a bit…unnerving, even if he wasn’t constantly harping after me…I personally think he’s a murderer, but that’s just my instinct.”
“Summer time…and the living’s easy…”
Miss Kiore, sitting by her pool by her huge beachfront house in her tiny bikini swimsuit